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You Make Me Sick Dora Jar Remix - Ashnikko Lyrics

1 You Make Me Sick! - Dora Jar Remix Lyrics[Chorus: Ashnikko]
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you

[Verse 1: Ashnikko]
Hello waitress, I want his head for dinner, silver plate it
Cut his tongue out first, let's hear him go and try and say shit
I'm abrasive? I'm a dragon, Animorph and shapeshift
Fire breathing, break shit, brain-eating amoeba
Coming for you, I'm contagious, ruined what was sacred
I was living good before your locusts and your plague hit
I always fucking fake it , now you're crying and you're shaking?
I'll take your tears and bottle 'em and use 'em as a face mist
I'm beautiful
I'm —
Mad!

[Chorus: Dora Jar]
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click (ah)
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you
You might also like[Verse 2: Dora Jar & Ashnikko]
I'm empty from filling you up
(Fucking tumor, can't believe I let your hands inside my bloomers)
Take my energy, are you happy now, I'm stuck
I think I know what you're scared of (Mad!)
Mmm-mmh
(You make, you make, you make, you make, you make, you make me)

[Chorus: Dora Jar]
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click (ah)
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you

[Outro: Dora Jar & Ashnikko]
Little dragon across my sky
There is only one thing that could mean
I hide, you are a liar, you are a liar, I'm on fire
I could burn something down
Pretty parasite, I kick you out of town
Mommy's alright (you make, you make, you make, you make, you make)
(Mommy's okay )
Ah, ah (you make, you make, you make, you make, you make)
Ah, ah, ah
Loser!